Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1256

Aubree had come to realize that holding onto hatred for someone was just as consuming and challenging as loving them. That's why she never let herself hate Andrew. She just felt there was no point in getting tangled up with him anymore.

Yet, here was Andrew, almost glued to her side, keeping a watchful eye on her, just like she used to do for him. The difference was, her actions had been driven by deep love. Andrew's behavior now seemed more rooted in guilt. But for that matter, she didn't need

anyone's guilt. Those who deserved their comeuppance had already received it.

Taking a deep breath, Aubree decided to take a relaxing bath. Wrapped in a towel, she sat on the couch, studying her lines for tomorrow. Acting had become her way of experiencing different lives, and now, it gave her life meaning. Plus, she had a massive fan base. A single tweet from her could easily get over a hundred thousand comments. She felt the love of so many.

She once saw her lonely reflection in Brielle, but things had changed. Both she and Brielle were now surrounded by an intense love. It was a wonderful feeling.

After memorizing her lines, she rubbed her temples, ready to drift off to sleep. But then the lights flickered and the room plunged into darkness. It wasn't just her home; the whole neighborhood seemed to be cloaked in shadow. A power outage in the city center? That was almost unheard of.

coffee table, only to find it had mysteriously powered off. Panic set in swiftly, sweat beading on her forehead as if she was surrounded by unseen voices. Aubree's breathing became labored. She tried to head to her bedroom but tripped over something, spilling coffee all over herself in the

on the floor, immobilized as if bound, tears streamed down her face. Her foot ached, her body shivered from cold despite the mild air temperature. A chill seemed to race from her feet to her head, leaving her

blanket from the couch, curling up on the floor, clutching her ears tightly. The voices of

she didn't dare look up, eyes firmly shut. Andrew stood outside, calling her name, candle in hand. It

door open to find silence within. He rushed in, immediately spotting the huddled figure

Are you in

body shaking. Andrew, placing the candle on the coffee table to stabilize it, then wrapped his arms

hurt? I'll take you

trembled with anxiety, his hand first checking her forehead

"Is it your stomach?"

glow,

felt like salvation But seeing the face